Endangered Species

Crawling in the bowels of our halls
Mascarading themselves with no ambition just bouncing off the walls
We search for the last signs of these creatures
But no signs for many years of their indescribable features
Generations have come and past them by
Even to be rude is what they use to say HI
Maybe one day we shall save them and their kind will grow
Or will they use their wits to put on a show
Blind us with a notion that they have returned
Then using our unclear judgment to laugh at us yelling "your burned!"
So tell me this, why is it that so many of our beautiful creatures are disappearing now
They have stomped on two feet since we've showed them how
And now with our endangered youth they are stomping loud
Stomping to rage against our morals and, hey, "just fitting in with the crowd"